Overtime

Gabriella steps into the bedroom wearing a skimpy set of lingerie. Mick sits at the desk, still scrolling through spreadsheets at midnight. She walks over, pushes his laptop closed, and climbs onto his lap. He finally looks up when her tongue slides into his mouth. She pulls her panties aside and rubs her wet bush against the front of his pants until the fabric darkens. Mick lifts her onto the desk, drops to his knees, and buries his face in her cunt. His tongue works slow circles, tasting every fold. She leans back, spreads wider, and lets out a low moan when he presses two fingers inside. After a few deep thrusts, he stands, unzips, and feeds his cock between her lips. Gabriella takes him to the back of her throat in one smooth motion. She bobs until spit runs down her chin, then pulls off and turns around, bracing her elbows on the keyboard. Mick sinks straight into her pussy, pulls out shiny, and presses his cock against her asshole. The ring gives, and he slides in deep. He fucks her ass with steady strokes while she reaches back to spread herself. When he’s close, Gabriella drops to her knees again, takes him in her mouth, and swallows every pulse. They stay on the floor, breathing hard. Outside the window the city lights keep glowing; inside, the only sound is their slowing breath.